#and her voice does the same thing mine does where her vibrato is very strong and she sounds fucking AWESOME

[spaciebabie]

count how often i make a post about missing choir here's post number whatever. i miss choir

#spacie spoinks #im gonna do it next semester . but i miss it. so bad brah #i need 2 sing or ill die #also hearing donna lynne champlin sing makes me less insecure of my voice cuz shes also operatically inclined #and her voice does the same thing mine does where her vibrato is very strong and she sounds fucking AWESOME #maybe i....sound awesome too..... #such a fucking. skilled musician . im listening ta her sing face your fears from cxg #and . when the final note came i was like. is she gonna be able 2 hit it. b/c usually thats a very hard note 2 hit #head on w/out your voice cracking since it sits. in a weird place between headvoice and chest. aND THEN SHE HIT IT??? #CRAZY EPIC STYLE????? #LIKE THE SUPPORT ??? AND THEN SHE LIFTED HER SOFT PALLET I HEARD IT BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #I WAS LIKE :JAWDROP: #NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IM TALKING ABOUTTTTT SOBS #CHOIR PEOPLE/PEOPLE WHO LOVE TALKING ABOUT VOCAL PERFORMANCE FOLLOW ME SO I CAN SCREAM WITH YOU #sigh #anyways

[pseudofaux]

hi! i really love your lucien fics <3 can i request lucien x mc with overstimulation and him coming inside her? any plot will be fine hehe thank you!

Hello, thank you! I would love to write this. :} Him overstimulating her is liiiiiiiike... yes. THE EXACT YUMMIEST YUM for me. I hope you will enjoy this! He’s well into Professor Dom mode here and the overstimulation may read as sadistic to readers who are sensitive to that. He loves her (...in a Lucien way) and doesn’t want to hurt her for hurting’s sake, but this is explicitly not gentle, hand-holdy overstim, so if that’s something that doesn’t sound fun to you please protect yourself and skip this one. Otherwise, please enjoy!

(Requests are closed, readers, but there are a lot to be filled in May and likely June, too! Feel free to follow along or just check in and enjoy as many as you like. A masterlist will go up when they are all completed.)

He reads a staggering number of research findings every month. If a single writer on a publication team has any flair at all, it is immediately apparent in the sea of dry reporting and gray charts that come across his desk. The university only has him oversee a handful of students and they are all acceptably bright, but as so many other things... he endures their work, he does not enjoy it.

Reading bullet vibrator reviews has proven a truly singular pleasure. And they were so helpful that he plans to write his own after he gets to use his purchases on her. Lucien hopes he won’t forget to include any useful details. He enjoys her so much she distracts him, sometimes. He’ll have to be careful and make notes in the times he plans to give her to quiver and catch her breath.

“Luciennnnnnnnnnn,” she groans. He’s taken her past pretty sounds (though all her sounds are lovely to him) and into the territory where the shaking of her body makes every syllable a mess of vibrato. An opera just for him. He’s so, so pleased with her, and very pleased with the vibrator. He bought two of the same kind so he could play with her for longer than a single charge but they’re still on the first and she’s already damp-faced and keening for him in that warbling, fucked-out voice.

And he hasn’t even fucked her yet, really. Just played with her and made her take all his playing.

He shuts off the little ergonomic, silicone-covered vibrator with his thumb. He used the travel lock to set both of the devices to the “3 pulses” setting, so she gets a buzz-buzz-buzz in a looping sequence. He messes with her by pushing and pulling it away against the rhythm, so her sweet, needy body chases the little vibe and can’t find its bearings.

That’s exactly what he wants. Her, adrift on his bed, at his tenderest (but not his kindest) mercy, taken past all her silly limits. He hasn’t made a single note and he knows now that he’s not going to. She’ll have his undivided attention. He will have to write his review from memory, or do this again another time.

Thoroughness is his method.

He knows in his soul that whatever comes out of her, he’s going to be delighted by every bit of it. Her cries. Her tears. Her sweat. Her cum. Other fluids. Anything. The whole point is that he wants to push her beauty into an ugly, shaky place, because he knows he’ll only find her more beautiful there. If it is ugly and messy, she will be as luminous as a pearl sliding down seagrass. As creamy and bumpy as...

“Yes?” he finally says.

“I ca-a-an’t,” she sobs. “No more.”

But thoroughness is his method, so he smiles at the intense trembling of her lower lip and presses his thumb onto the silicone again. Buzz-buzzzzz-buzzbuzz.

She shrieks and when he closes his eyes it is truly like being at an opera. The rug he kneels on bedside the bed is as wine-red as the carpet of a theater, she’s the one who helped him pick it out. Without seeing the walls he can ignore them completely and imagine that the two of them are in some cavernous place together. Wouldn’t it be nice to take her somewhere like that? There must be research islands with caves that he can access. Ones with stalactites so all her echoes can shake the dripping water down onto them in a magnificent spray.

Lucien can wait a very, very long time, but when he is done tonight he’s going to cum all over her in a magnificent spray. He wants to see a little puddle of it disturbed by the way she’ll be twitching by then. Maybe a series of little puddles, or a thick streak across her belly. There’s a thought.

When he touches the tip of the vibrator lightly to her clit she squirms away, and he doesn’t think she can hear his tsk but it doesn’t much matter since he puts his other hand on her thigh and reminds her plainly that he told her not to try to get away. This is not a normal night and she’ll be uncomfortable, but he will make her happy. He knows she believes it, and that makes him smile. He hides it beyond the edge of the mattress where she can’t see.

He does move the vibe onto the bed and covers it with his hands, muffling the sound. “If you want, you can put your hand on top of mine,” he tells her graciously. “But I won’t move away, so don’t waste your energy trying to pull me. You’re going to feel it all.” It’s just what he told her earlier, and the reminder seems to settle her.

So he slips his leg off her thigh-- stroking her with his fingers, trying to make the touch like an anenome’s waving-- and fishes the other vibrator out of his back pocket. He pushes the first between the lips of her weeping, beautiful pussy, loving the way her slickness makes the silicone glide against her, and he tucks it there against her slit. Buzz-buzzzzz-buzzbuzz.

He turns on the other with his thumb and puts it to her clit less gently. She sucks in air like it will help her when her ribs and belly go up into the air as though someone just kicked her up and off the mattress. Not that he would ever let them. He’s the only one who gets to make her move like that.

She comes again, fairly quickly. After her first she’s always so sensitive that with the right pressure and timing he can get her into multiple orgasms and, eventually, deepest sleep.

He won’t let her get to sleep like that anytime soon. This is not a normal night. He’ll keep her up until she is stupid with exhaustion, weak in delirium, and then he’ll have her sing while he fucks her until he’s ready to pull out and spurt all over her sweat-slicked belly. Only then will he curl into bed beside her and relish every jerk of her muscles as he finally lets her succumb to sleep as she leaks him and smells so thoroughly of sex it is as though her perfume has been strangled out of existence. Only he can live on her skin.

Thoroughness is his method.

Lucien would not use the word sloppy to describe her at this point, but after her orgasms and all his teasing she is definitely very, very wet. He’s certain he could fist her fairly easily. Her pussy is so sodden and flexible, all slippery and lonely-looking.

“I’ll fill you up soon,” he promises. “I just need you to come for me two more times, I know you can do that.”

She shakes her head and mumbles little no, nos like they’re going to make a bit of difference. Adorable. He lets her go on until she whines a pathetic please, and then he says “Of course,” and presses the button on the toy resting on her mons.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz buzz buzz. Perhaps he is Beelzebub or Mephistopheles or some worse devil, but he really is enjoying himself. He can see so much of the whites of her eyes for a second, and the sound that comes out of her is shrill and then it somehow slides into her throat and comes out so much lower.

“Of course,” he says again when she quiets down. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you, sweetheart.” She is crying out as he pushes the tip of the other vibrator inside to really fuck with that first extra-sensitive centimeter of her and then squeezes the mode button until it is on the strongest sustained buzz.

It will fall out of her if he doesn’t hold it in place, and he can’t have that. He said he would help her. He presses against the other end, fucking her with it with gentle movements that make the strength of the vibrations travel up into his wrist. He expects they register more strongly inside her. He hopes so.

Lucien puts the other vibrator on the same mode and pulls it down to the stiffness of her overworked clit. He taps it against her, matching the microthrusts he is giving her. As he expected, she’s so relieved to be able to access a rhythm at last-- he truly has been fucking with her and making the most of the modes on each of the vibrators, what a delight-- that she actually makes a half-cry, half-coo, a sound of query.

“It’s alright,” he tells her warmly. “This is exactly what I want from you. It’s safe. You need me to press a little harder?”

He thinks she is trying to speak and can’t quite manage to remember the words, but whether it is that or her body is trembling so tightly her shaking limits what words she could say, he’s happy.

“Go ahead and make a mess,” he says sweetly as her body makes its own thrusts to meet his. She’s not so tired, after all, silly girl. “The mattress is protected and I want you to ruin these sheets. Come all over them, come all over me.”

She wails something that sounds like wuh-uhn and does as he says.

“Good girl,” he praises slowly. “Can you still squeeze for me?”

The vibrator partially inside her pushes back against his finger as she tries to expel it. He quickly removes it, turns it off, and throws it away. “That’s perfect,” he tells her. “You’re so strong and lovely.”

Her eyes are closed and she’s sagged against the mattress like limp rag, but her mouth is curved.

“Just one more now,” he tells her, and the curve inverts into a spectacular trembling pout. He wants to bite it, but for now he’s busy slipping two of his fingers inside her (it is, in fact, so easy) and dragging them along her top wall until they find the space that’s just made to be pressed.

So he presses it as he presses the other vibrator down. He can feel the motor’s work in both hands at once. Her body must be tired, but not so tired it doesn’t respond to his stimulation.

She’s panting Lu, lu, lu, so he tells her “It’s Lucien, sweetheart,” and presses his fingers toward each other until one of her lus becomes as guttural and tight as this last orgasm he’s wringing out of her. He rubs his fingers back and forth on her g-spot until she clamps on him and her legs shake without bending, so hard they bounce on the bed, so tense he suspects she will give herself a cramp.

That’s when he pulls his fingers out and puts his cock in, and he uses the flared head of his cock to unerringly rub that same spot, back and forth in concentrated, minute movements. If he were a smaller man she might dislodge him, but she can’t.

She can’t do much at all but take it right now, which is what he tells her to do as he fucks halfway into her body until she nearly loses consciousness. So quickly, his own orgasm is imminent, and he tips the vibrator down so he can pin it with his body when he slides home. The feel of her, heavy and swollen and flexible and fucked up around him is enough to make him spurt into her like he’s been edged this whole time.

In a way, he has. A very pleasant way.

He lets her drift off as he relaxes into the comfort of his own release. After the first gushes it is as sluggish as her breathing.

Lucien murmurs her name to check on her and gets only a tired sound of acknowledgement. He pulls out slowly, watching the way he drags her open and smears his cum backwards and out of her. Her thighs twitch as he goes, so he puts a hand on each of them to catch that glorious feedback. He does not want to take his eyes off the cream oozing out of her.

“Should I leave it on?” he asks.

“No,” she moans. “Please no.”

He presses the buzzzzzzzzzzz against her anyway, but does take it away after that. “Oh, alright,” he tells her. He’s winded but he does not think she will recognize his vulnerability when her own is so terribly overwhelming.

He tells her she can relax but not fall asleep, and he takes himself in hand to work up to painting her belly. There’s so much of her beauty to take in it feels like barely any time at all before he’s breathing harder through his nose and feeling the inevitability at the base of his shaft, the point of no return reached and run past.

“Beautiful,” he breathes before the first spatter even lands. She looks down at her body in a daze as his cum glazes her lowest ribs and pools in her navel.

He allows himself to imagine absolutely covering her one day... it is important to him to be thorough, after all. But for now this will do. His little puddles and the charming stream he painted over her are trembling like she is seismic just underneath. To him, she is.

#mlqc lucien #mlqc fanfic #mlqc fanfiction #MLQC #mister love queens choice #mlqc xu mo #pseu slings #goldenrosefae

[mystic-kitten-writer]

1. Does Yue have a nickname for Zuko? (baby, babe, etc) I like how in the beginning of the story Zuko calls Yue "Babe" and as time goes on and they become closer and Zuko gets more comfortable and possessive he calls her "my baby" *sobs*. Also how would he react if Yue were to really really baby him? 2. Does Zuko get his dragon he has in Legend of Korra during Limerence? 3. When you write/read Limerence, do you imagine the voice of Dante Basco for Zuko or another one? -🐋

Oh, hello 🐋-anon.

Told you I’d finally answer your asks 🤭

1. So Yue doesn’t have nicknames for Zuko, like how Zuko does for her!

There’s only two times where Yue refers to Zuko other than his name (technically three, if we count Fire Lord Zuko when things get spicy 👀)

Yue does call Zuko, Zuzu, whenever she wishes to tease him and they’re with Kiyi. But Yue doesn’t adopt this nickname for themselves because the name has such a familial tone it would feel strange to make the cute name into something between them.

Now, Yue does call Zuko ‘my baby’ in her thoughts whenever she sees him overworked or stressed. Seeing Zuko in such a negative state always hurts her, but she never really vocalizes her endearment, she usually sticks with Zuko.

The reason why Yue doesn’t use words of endearment with Zuko is that it just doesn’t really suit him and his ego. That’s not to say Zuko won’t like it, because he would, but that is just it.

Zuko has such a naturally strong, dominant personality, that saying such a soft word of affection would be embarrassing for him, even between them. It’s kind of like how Yue thinks Zuko is adorable in the morning, still super sleepy with his lil’ pout - but she wouldn’t dare say a thing to him, even though Zuko knows exactly what she is thinking. Just the look in her eyes and the way she smiles is enough for him to know, which is is why Yue doesn’t have to say boo.

The way she says Zuko makes Zuko love his name in ways he never thought he would, and it is because of that, Yue doesn’t bother with the nicknames.

But I’m happy you notice how Zuko changes the way he refers to Yue as their relationship develops. He’s no longer beating around the bush, he just bluntly hugs her and says ‘mine.’ 😂

Honestly, I don’t think Zuko would like Yue babying him as much as pampering!

It boils down to Zuko’s essence.

He’s extremely independent, like frustratingly independent. He’s always doing something, working on something, the prime example of action-oriented. It is because of his natural drive to do things for himself, that Yue babying him wouldn’t make him as happy as pampering.

Yue giving him a massage at the end of the day, setting a bath and washing his hair, cuddling him while he reads a book - these are things Zuko would much rather enjoy than Yue babying him.

Zuko doesn’t know how to relax, and he doesn’t seem like the type to spoil himself. So having Yue just go up to him, plant a kiss on his lips and say, “You worked so hard today, I’m proud” goes a long way. Zuko is always so critical of himself, and Yue treating him and being by his side is honestly the best thing Zuko could ask for.

Something really important to note, and easily missed, is that Yue never tells Zuko that she wants to take on his responsibilities for herself and do his stuff, but that she wants to help. It’s something really small, and appears trivial and honestly, sounds like the same thing - but they’re two very different statements.

2. Zuko’s dragon...

I’m not going to deny the fact that in later chapters an adorable baby dragon may make an appearance and cause a bit of chaos 👀*coughbonus:teddybearadventurescough*

3. So, I actually don’t hear Dante Basco's voice in my head, necessarily (but I know a lot of people do!).

I kind of picture his voice, but a lot huskier and raspy.

As if his pitch is coming from his lower throat, belly area, so it’s very low and has this seductive vibrato to it. Kind of like when you groan with your lips shut and it's very deep (I swear I sound like a crazy person making sounds to capture what I’m trying to describe LOOL)

I don’t have a specific voice actor in mind at all, to be honest. I kind of made one up in my own head 😂😂

#ask me anything #anon answered #atla #zuko #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla zuko #zuko fanfic #limerence #zuko x oc #masterlist #whale anon #🐋anon #🐋